Saturday's Storyteller: "And thus did it come to an end. Not the end, mind you, but an end nevertheless."
by Belinda Roddie And thus did it come to an end. Not the end, mind you, but an end nevertheless. She packed two suitcases and left everything else to me. She didn't have much - materially, I mean. Some clothes that were too small for me. Jewelry she no longer wore. A couple of picture frames that had once held photos of us. The suitcases she took were actually mine; I had purchased them for a family trip to France back when I had graduated from college. But I never traveled, so I figured I wouldn't suffer much from it. She told me I could keep the bed and couch and desk - she wasn't interested in paying for movers to take the furniture, or a van she could have driven herself. The books stayed, too, and the cooking appliances. She did take the last bottle of wine we had, though; I let that slide. Here's the thing: When I say "an end," rather than "the end," it's because she still wanted to see me. She just didn't want to live wi...